But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
628
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore...
619
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
617
Leave my loneliness unbroken.
617
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
607
Here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there, and nothing more.
533
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.